I'm staring the barrel straight in the eye

wondering who would ask around if I were to die.

I have to stop replying to the sky

in a way that doesn't resemble my pride.

Counting the minutes, the seconds, the time

playing fetch in the dark with my poisonous mind.

A basket of saddness and numbness and grime

I pointed this gun to the dirt when it mimicked your cries

A sound I can only console if I were alive.

Head wrapped in thorns and flowers

'cause selfishly, I’m all I want.

I swear to the heavens and the hells

that my heart is blind to sentiments.

I run from the vulnerability and commitment

that most crave.

Death of my own kind

I do not tear,

but collapse into pot holes

stuffed to the brim with sigh and shrug.

At birth

most are dealt the Queen of hearts

and attach

themselves to the symbolistic face value.

To them, love is a card.

I flip it over and shuffle

to regain composure.

The only time I pick up a deck

is at parties, in which I remain nameless,

where my mind runs on empty.

Easy escape.

One touch

and I'm off to the races

with a torch in my hand

and thorns in my hair.

I love you, and then I don’t.

I miss you, and then I don’t.

I need you, but I don’t want to.

Love suffocates.

Love drains.

In a pair of ripe souls,

I am sour.

You are sweet.

I try to keep this balloon up

in the air

and my heart sinks with every inch

closer to the ground.

It’s exhausting, trying to remain afloat.

It’s exhausting, running from the sadness.

Darkness is around every corner.

No matter how bright your light is

I am still the dimmed and broken one.

I captured her soul

in a teeny glass bottle,

knocked it back

to the wall of my throat

and swallowed her whole.

There wasn't much left

of her.

I withered her down

like a naked winter tree;

slowly losing color,

miraculously shedding the leaves

that kept her warm.

My stomach bubbled

as a woman's screech

leaked from my pores.

Petting my cheeks I said,

"You are where you belong,

you are the marrow to my bones!"

My life depended on

poisoning her mind; a social experiment.

Now, here she plays

as an extension to my wicked blood.

I seal my mouth shut

on this cold, tile floor.

I sleep with these eyes

open

after the threats of war.

The war beneath my crown

that grants me all the death.

Following the sound

of my sleeping gun

I shed the layers

of grusome wounds

into the pockets

of my newfound self.

Reminding her

of what she's overcome.

I wish my tears

came with a string

so I can tug them back..

and back...

and a little more..... good.

Reverse these puddles

and give them to the sky.

Her powerful cries

can be heard from miles

and surrender to rainbows.

While my screams

just wake the neighbors.

The bass creeps in

and hugs my bones.

I cover my goosebumps

with his body heat,

slowly flutering my eyes open

towards the sun’s entrance.

She introduces herself to me

every morning

and tugs on my eyelids.

Feeding energy

into our sheets

I welcome her

as she welcomes us

to yet another day

of new light.

I've grown to understand myself.

The caves in my head

I now navigate

smoothly.

One year ago

I let the shouts control me.

They shook me to the core

and sucked me dry - no more.

The chaos beneath my hat

is spread like floating dust;

hovering with controlled gravity.

One year ago

it was chaos.

Through the practice

of self awakenings

and countless mindful moments

I master the mess

that once was.

What am i without a soul:

A lifeless dark angel 

sitting beneath a leafless tree 

with my head to my knees.

This anxiety rush

detaches me from myself

and pitches me 87mph

into a brick wall.

Shattered and numb

I watch myself decay